Unlucky

My first day in Berlin. The lock on the door decides to ruin my day. It got jammed. And with a lot of fiddling Anna and I couldn’t seem to solve the problem. We called a locksmith and he explained the lock hadn’t been changed in 30 years. Oh and also told us our door is incredibly old and flimsy. We were charged a steep price. The landlord will hopefully reimburse us. If not, I’ll have to sell a kidney. Oh well. It’s only uphill from here! (I pray)